"No sign of the enemy."
"No sign of the enemy on the left either."
"No sign of those damned bone skeletons here either——" Voices echoed through the empty streets. Yuta turned her head, anxiety reflected in her deep green eyes—a shallow sheen of light. Where did those undead go? The Maid Corps Commander's slender fingers remained still on the hilt of her thin sword, a mist of doubt spreading in her mind, a fog so thick one couldn't see their own hand. Everyone was turning their heads in this fog, only to find nothing.
The mercenaries marched forward in the dark, their footsteps rustling. The unknown lay hidden beneath the lonely night, coldly clutching at everyone's hearts. Fear loomed over all, a shadow that needed no words to tighten its grip on their throats. The silence was such that one could hear a pin drop, everyone alert with their bright eyes glancing everywhere in the darkness:
